John, John, John…

Lyrics

young Hawk IA and I got something to say fuck a racist catch a silver bullet from my black gun that’s trigger was pulled with a white finger next to my white thumb “I’ll take you places that your privilege doesn’t matter” bro you live in the burbs I don’t think your opinion matters “but I’m from the hood you don’t understand I’m always catching hate for being a white man” keep on talkin like that and you gon catch my damn hands you scream that you’re accepting but rag on black lives matter then you scream all lives matter but how do all lives matter if you ain’t eating off the same platter you live in a 5 bedroom home with your 80 grand Berlinetta and try to say if we worked harder we’d do better but we ain’t got our parents money to pay off all our debtors so just be ready when the time comes because I’ll empty this clip into your 13-20 hoodie right between the 3 and 2 .223 blowin those anti racist rounds from your hat down to your shoes wait nah I mean boots what the fuck are those spit streaks did you lick those dude too bad they won’t be there to save you bro it’s time to change this dumb hoe to a fucking John Doe I am Timmy turner I have the fucking burner I’m the one who makes you disappear without a single murmur I’m the one who earned her stripes kick your door down for your bacon that’s. a Hamburglar catch yo dawgs out give em heat that’s a frankfurter catch yo moms at the home store have someone comforter I know you’re gonna hear this and be like “man I’m so upset ima grab the shotgun out my daddies closet” but then you flip shit because it’s on the top shelf and you’re to short to reach it “fuck that I’ll just use the one on my hip” so you load it, cock it, then you head out to my place sayin “man she got too cocky” too bad for you my team tracked you and were waiting so they popped you now they’re gonna dump your body fuck a racist y’all can catch a slug out the double barrel shotty cornstalkkillas no playin thermal scope keep spewin hot air you’ll be in the sights treat you like my chicken bruh you gon get choked burn yo body roll you up with my joint I said you’ll get smoked “nah I don’t want no smoke I take back what I said it was just a joke” bro just shut up back pedaling so hard your gonna give yourself a stroke if you lived in London they’d be like get a load of this bloke I’ve got more wealth than you and I’m flat broke buzz off bro… you ain’t welcome in our city anymore…